death may come invisible
or in a holy wall of fire
in the breath between the markers
on some black I-80 mile
from the madness of the governments
to the vengeance of the sea
well everything is eclipsed
by the shape of destiny
so love me now, hell is coming
yeah kiss my mouth, hell is here
no one would riot for less ~ bright eyes
Sunday, December 16, 2007
but leave that blanket round you
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